Werewolf Professor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The praise instantly lifted Harry's mood. He confidently placed his hands on his hips and nodded. "You're right.I'll go with you to let you know my real strength." "I'll come too." A male student named Tom spoke up. He ranked fifth in the placement test and was also the strongest werewolf in class.He had dark skin and big muscles, covered in frighteningly large black totem tattoos. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Oh.You don't… have to come.Harry's already coming with me." He was the one who usually did such things as lifting and moving, but I didn't want him to do it today.

Everyone knows they're just created fantasies, to entertain fictional stories lovers"he added, with a nonchalant enthusiasm. I forced my face into an unreadable mask, but inside, irritation clawed at me. He thinks of us as mere fictional entertainment. He had no idea what he was surrounded by. No idea that his own professor was a werewolf. No idea that about half of the students sitting in this class could shift at will. No clue that he was speaking to an Alpha. An Almighty one to be precise. And he laughed–laughed–at his own words, shaking his head like the mere thought of werewolves existing was absurd.

I felt an energy shift, loving the power that came with being a leader. "All right, let's get down to business. So, we've been gathering intel on potential threats on campus. One of us thinks Professor Morgan is a warlock." "Any specific reasons?" Ziah walked in with a careless, casual look on his face. "I overheard him talking about some weird rituals," Blake, a werewolf, said. "Something about the sacrifice of a loved one or something like that. That sounded dangerous."

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

“Like Dexter’s Laboratory?” “Ohhh, like the professor from Power Puff Girls?” Kara holds her hands to her mouth with excitement. “Oh my Goddess, no Kara. He means she’s gonna be like Professor Lupin. Except he was a lycan. I don’t care what they called him in that movie.” Katie crosses her arms in front of her and squints her eyes in an accusatory manner. “I should know. I used to have a regular who was a lycan. He was an asshole.”

It's must be because of her. Typically I wouldn't acknowledge him at all. I wouldn't care about making myself welcome. I normally walk into any room I want and I don't worry about who is inside. I don't greet who is inside. They greet me. She has changed me within seconds. This isn't a mate bond, this is witchcraft. "Well, Hello King Bishop. You heard correctly. This is a class that covers werewolf history," the professor says, and I nod my head as if I care.

simply talking as friends should. At his words, Sephora leaned forward slightly with a joking tug pulling a small smirk form her lips, her chin resting on her knuckles as she listened to more of Corvin's theorys. She asked, encouragingly of him, "...sooo, tell me, professor Mourhollow… if the harpies all whisper about werewolves as monsters, why do I sense you don't agree?"

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o

No one spoke a word until they were at the university. "You do not have to follow me to the Professor's office. I can take care of myself." Arda assured Karina. "I'm following the Alpha's orders." "What's the point when we'll be running away?" "You're right." Karina agreed. "Except that your Professor is a Werewolf." Arda's eyes rounded with surprise. "What?" "Gillow smelled him on you. Werewolves have a scent. Long story short, we can smell each other." "Hmm. How didn't you know this earlier?"